As they were about to leave, his eldest uncle, Zhao Jinguo, frowned and said to Zhao Jincheng.
"No need. The restaurant is quite good, so just come along, Big Brother! I'll send the address to the group chat."
This was what annoyed Zhao Jincheng most about his older brother. 'If you really wanted to give me money, you'd just transfer it to my account. What's the point of all this empty talk?'
"Mm."
Zhao Jinguo grunted in acknowledgment and got into the Mercedes-Benz van he had driven, his face devoid of expression.
Most of the relatives had their own cars, and those who didn't just squeezed in with others, so getting around wasn't a problem.
Soon, everyone drove to the reserved five-star hotel.
When they arrived, Zhao Jinguo got out of his car, glanced at the restaurant, and nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with the choice his second younger brother had made this time.
The group strode toward the hotel.
